At three o'clock, a waning moon hung above the sky, and the clouds like veil and mist also swept by with the breeze, making the already dull waning moon even more dim......

Zhenjiang Jinshan temple incense is prosperous, the temple is built according to the mountain, the halls and halls are connected to each other, and the pavilions and pavilions are connected to each other layer by layer.

Cishou Pagoda stands on the top of the Golden Mountain, rising from the ground, abruptly cloudy sky. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, layers of palaces, one by one towers, the golden mountain is densely wrapped, and the mountain and the temple are integrated.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

An ordinary Buddha call shows the meaning of compassion.

In the window of the meditation room, the curling sandalwood disappeared with the wind, but the spirited old monk stayed awake all night, wearing a shabby hundred clothes, looking at the sky for a long time, and the cheeks of the kind eyes were replaced by solemnity.

This old monk is more than half a hundred years old, but his face is full of red light, and he has a childish face, holding a rosary to lightly announce the Buddha's name, but the charm is like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

The frugality in the meditation room is unusual, and there are only a few Buddhist scriptures on the table, as well as the magic weapon "wooden fish" made of sandalwood, and in addition to this, there is a golden bowl with a faint Buddha light......

"Bai Suzhen, the six roots of the monk are pure, you have taken the golden pill that can be cultivated for six hundred years, if you can ascend as soon as possible, you will not lose a good karma......

The old monk with a solemn face, walked to the side of the bed in this meditation room, first saluted to show his pious heart, and then put the "robe" given in front of the vulture mountain in the past on his body......

The right hand holds the corner of the wall leaning on the "Optimus Zen Staff", this Zen staff is cast by thousands of years of cold iron, on which the Buddhist scriptures are engraved, and the neat battle is even more slender and recognizable.

Zen Master Fahai, the presiding officer of Jinshan Temple, held this golden bowl in his hand again, and immediately stepped out of the door, saying: "But, how can this Lang Lang Qiankun allow demons such as evil spirits to act arbitrarily!"

In the past, he made a wish to travel with Vulture Mountain to practice penance, and was given three magic weapons by the Buddha himself, so he should take it as his responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but today since he can see this "Bai Suzhen" greedy for lust and prevent the Emperor Ziwei from going through the world, he naturally can't stand by and watch, which is against the grand wish of the day and Vulture Mountain!

The continuous drizzle shrouded the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the pink walls and tiles and the rain were even more antique, so that this morning light was later than in the past, and the smoke curled but did not stop, slowly rising from the breeze and smoke and rain, and dissipating between the heaven and the earth......

On the misty and rainy West Lake, there are few canopy boats wandering between them, and the distant mountains and rivers and the touch of morning light are full of poetry and painting.

Mo said that it was an ordinary man with the naked eyes of a mortal, and he couldn't see that leaf flat boat lingering with a faint clear light, it was an ordinary fairy and demon, and he couldn't see the existence of this leaf flat boat, and the clear light that a leaf flat boat lingered in was extraordinary, and it had long been cut off from the ears and eyes of the great supernatural powers in the Three Realms......

Inside the canopy boat, on the slightly low table, there was already a curling fragrance of tea, on which rested were the gown and crown, and the young man in the pale blue straight robe sat quietly on one side, opposite to the woman with crane hair and childish face.

This woman's snow-white hair is in a high bun, looking like an old woman, but her face is still as beautiful as a twenty-eight beauty, wearing a skirt that I don't know what to weave, there are sun, moon and stars rust on it, and the skirt seems to have a vast sea of clouds churning.

Our Lady of Wudang raised her wrist and picked up the jade cup, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "You have crossed the earth, fire, feng shui, and experienced the reincarnation of four lives, and there should be many doubts in your heart, so I came here today and allowed you to ask three ......questions."

Bao Wenzheng has experienced many changes in a short period of time, first forcibly refused the edict of Emperor Tota to announce the Jade Emperor, and returned to Qiantang County in the starlight, intending to find the Miss Pan family and his own lady to inquire about the clues, and then inexplicably traveled to this canopy boat......

"Where did the word junior brother come from?"

The situation is stronger than the people!

This woman's green jade pointed a little, and then stripped off the gown of her body, so that the supernatural person should be above Li Jing, the king of Tota, since he called his junior brother, and asked three times, Bao Wenzheng asked without a mouth.

As for whether this woman has other intentions and other intentions, we can only wait and see what happens!

"You have gone through the reincarnation of the fourth life, and you are derived from my sect to intercept the supreme treasure Qingping Sword, so whether you want to or not, you are a disciple of my sect......"

The Holy Mother of Wudang looked at this fair-eyed young man, and still asked indifferently, knowing that this son of the city is quite deep and should not be underestimated.

"Why did this Qingping Sword make me go through seven lifetimes of reincarnation?"

Bao Wenzheng had seen the remnant sword with a cyan lotus flower covering it in the past, which contained supreme magical powers and mysteries, and when he heard this, he asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

The "strongest scumbag system" that never dared to mention to anyone, and the existence that protects his own soul and is about to be wiped out at every turn.

"Before Pangu opened the sky, in the midst of this chaos, there were already thirty-three grades of the Pure World Blue Lotus, and this Qingping Sword was transformed by the lotus leaves of the Pure World Blue Lotus, and it was also one of the three major merits of the innate spiritual treasure......

When Our Lady spoke of the Dharma, and talked about the 33 Pure World Blue Lotus, ripples appeared in the canopy boat, and the Pure World Blue Lotus bred in the tyrannical "earth, fire, wind, and water" before Pangu opened the sky in the past was presented to Bao Wenzheng's eyes.

The sword is three feet six inches and five minutes long, the sword body and scabbard are all soapy black, and there are cyan lotus flowers covering it, the name is Qingping!

"This sword is one of the three innate merits, why is it cracked?"

Bao Wenzheng didn't care whether he believed it or not, and put forward this extremely obvious loophole on the basis of facts.

"I have a method for intercepting the sect, called the Immortal Sword Array, which cannot be broken unless the four saints gather together......"

The Holy Mother of Wudang sighed leisurely, recalling the causes and consequences of the battle of the gods in the past, and then said: "It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it was once hidden under Mount Meru, and it is not necessary to refine yin and yang upside down, how can there be no water and fire to extract the edge......"

"Zhu Xianli, poke the immortal and die, trap the immortal everywhere with red light, the immortal changes are infinitely wonderful, and the blood of the Daluo immortal is dyed ......"

"The Zhuxian Sword Array is unbreakable unless the four saints gather together, and it is called the three major killing arrays of the Flood Wilderness with the Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array and the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array, and this Qingping Sword is the formation of the Zhuxian Sword Array......"

"Although the Qingping Sword is one of the three innate merits, the earth, fire, wind, and water contained in it have turned into the four swords of Zhuxian, which are not as sharp as in the past, and they are broken by the Zhun Ti sage with the Seven Treasures ......Wonderful Tree."

Bao Wenzheng was silent, but he was indifferent when he heard the ancient legends, and there was no joy or sorrow in his heart, as if he was out of the matter.

"Why did you choose me?"

"In the long river of these years, there are many people who are as majestic and wise as the sea, like a carp crossing the river, why did this Qingping sword fall on my body......"

The past is gone, and I don't want to look back and think about it again, what does the love debt have to do with this Qingping Sword, it is because after going through the strange things of chatting about the world, I can stand high in this so-called "Ziwei Emperor", how ridiculous!

"Loving the Seventh Casting Golden Lotus, why Qingping Sword chose to be with you, there is a reason for it, and I don't know much......"

The Holy Mother of Wu concealed the canopy boat between her sleeves, and on the misty and rainy West Lake, she looked at the confrontation of the green mountains, full of poetry and picturesqueness, and then sighed and said: "In the past, the gods were in battle, and I did not lack innate treasures, nor did I lack magical powers, even if I alone could defeat the twelve golden immortals of the teaching......"

"Perhaps, only the lack of a ruthless and vicious person like you has caused my Biyou Palace to ...... today's situation"

The words are concise and to the point, and the words that seem to be positive and deprecating are only plain, but they are extremely harsh to Bao Wenzheng.

I don't know how difficult it is, and the reincarnation of the fourth generation has aroused the favor of many gorgeous women, but those who walk on the front line are often doomed......

The red clothes came around, and the smile was thrilling, that was the "joy of clouds and rain" on the bed, and she was still very afraid in her heart, just because she was a thousand-year-old spider into a spirit, Ru Mao drank blood and regarded human life as grass, and the peerless demon king of Baimang Mountain, Chun Thirty Niang......